6 Tips for successfully crashing a private party

In this week’s Times Style Section, we learn about the hard (but often rewarding) life of a party crasher in New York City. This life may not be for everyone, but the article notes that a successful crasher is someone who exhibits “equal parts of opportunism, chutzpah and off-price designer clothes.” They do cause a nuisance for PR people, who carefully curate guest lists and don’t want to have to deal with the antics of the uninvited. As one veteran PR rep put it:

“Party crashers are the ones who act the most entitled at the door, by trying to pass themselves off as a reporter from some bogus website. And if they do weasel their way into a party, they are the ones who drink too much, follow the trays of passed hors d’oeuvres, and hoard the gift bags at the end of the night.”

If, like us, this only makes you want to become a party crasher more, the article is full of useful tips for how to do so:

1) Do your research: The “crazier” the party is, the better. At Harvey Weinstein’s party in Cannes, people apparently arrive by boat and just kind of wander in.


2) Wear your best Century 21/X designer for H&M clothing: Half the battle is just looking like you belong.


3) Publish: It helps if you can say you’re press, even if it’s for some obscure magazine that has published four issues.


4) Do not pretend you are a famous socialite: One guest in a puppy dog mask claimed to be Tinsley Mortimer at a Halloween party even though Mortimer had already arrived. And when that didn’t work, someone (?) came an hour later in a ghost costume and again claimed that she was Tinsley Mortimer.


5) Keep doing it: One party crasher, Steve Kaplan, has been doing this for so long, that he’s become famous amongst publicists, who sees his arrival as proof that their party “was worth crashing.”


6) Avoid any party thrown by KCD: Those people don’t fool around. Said one rep, “I cannot disclose our training methods, but let’s just say, if you make it out of training camp, you could probably be hired by the Secret Service.”


The main protagonist of the Times’ tale is Terrence Egerson, a writer for an obscure LA mag that hardly publishes any issues. He doesn’t seem to do much, but has the “élan needed to fit into a stylish party.” While it does seem  a bit strange that a party crasher would agree to out himself to a reporter — isn’t the whole point that you’re going incognito and pretending to belong?– Edgerson seems happy about the story, tweeting yesterday:

Maybe he’s hoping the story will get him invited to more parties. If so, we’ll see him there.